"We're in central park." he replies slowly, still in his dazed state. He remembered tripping, he definitely tripped, and then [i]things[/i] had happened, and then he wound up falling onto a tree. The top of a tree. Which, he guessed, could only mean he had missed the ground the first go 'round. He knew he heard about that happening from some science guide somewhere, falling and missing the ground. But when that happened you didn't end up somewhere else. You couldn't trip in England and end up in Hong Kong, because that didn't make any sense.

He looked around again, at a loss, to the woods around them and listens to the strange calls that emanated from within. Calls he had never haired from any sort of bird he knew of, which was strange because he quite liked birds. "Maybe near the Zoo?" He said. "Have you ever been?"